Aryianna Nightshade – Special Delivery

Deri was engrossed in her work. She watched for a few moments before she approached with her gift.

“These are for you.” She said with a smile that was hiding her sadness about the reason for the gift.

Deri looked up from her work, “These?” She accepted the neatly wrapped package, placed it on the desk and carefully opened it. She grabbed one of the weapons in her hand and slowly pulled it from the scabbard. “These are beautiful. Has this been what you’ve been working on recently?”

Aryianna unconsciously took a small step backward as she nodded “Yes.” She wasn’t sure how to proceed.

Deri raised an eyebrow and eyed her suspiciously as she placed the dagger on the table. “Reason…?”

Aryianna’s gaze dropped to the floor, “… to … … well …” Her face briefly flushed. She was angry at herself for this inability to communicate. “… to keep me … in check …” She had no problem giving this speech to her sister Ne’ci. Why was this so hard?

“Ar…” Deri got up from her chair, wrapped her arms around her neck and looked up at her. “Don’t make that face, you’ll get wrinkles.” Her tone was joking and playful. “I love the gift, but you’re worrying too much. Although you did beat me in the process.”

The tone took her by surprise. A bit confused, she continued on. “… I have made weapons such as these before… … I have started having nightmares again. Something feels wrong… off… I wanted a safe… guard…” her voice trails off as the last thing Deri said finally registered. She meets her gaze, “… beat you?”

“I figured it was something like that… wish I would be better about your nightmares though, love.” Deri offered a soft smile followed by a nod. “Granted, now I have to devise a way to keep these safe” She brought a hand to her chin and pondered a moment, then looked back at Aryianna. “Ah yes. Actually I’m working on aether limiters.”

Aryinna’s hands drifted to Deri’s hips. “I have a tendency to overload such devices… … but those are a last resort. I do not want you to have to… but promise me that you use them if you must…”

Deri’s head tilted, her look became more serious. “Only as absolutely last resort.”

Aryianna leaned forward touching their foreheads together. She closed her eyes and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. She whispered, “… that is all I ask.”

Deri wiggled her ears and nudged Aryianna’s forehead then emitted a soft purring sound. “Hopefully you’ll sleep better soon.”

Aryianna easily lifted her off the ground and held her close. Then she began to walk in the direction of the bedroom. She kissed her neck and said in a low tone, “soon sounds good…”

Deri blushed and her ears wiggled slightly. “Yes, it does.”

Aryianna Nightshade – Safeguard

Aryianna Nightshade – Safeguard

She had been in her forge for hours carefully working the strange metal. Her natural abilities normally allowed her to work the forge without the standard protections. She was unaccustomed to wearing gloves but special nature of this project required it.

Clang… Clang… tick tick tick… Clang… Clang… tick tick tick…

The last weapon she made of this nature was a sword. It was a gift for her bride to be, Seras. That same sword was turned on her at her wedding. She had let her guard down and it nearly cost her life.

Clang… Clang… tick tick tick… Clang… Clang… tick tick tick…

Her mind wandered to the nightmare from the other night, playing it over and over again in her mind. She shuddered. Her wife had been turned into a sleeper and the trigger event happened at the wedding. It was far too late by the time she realized what had happened. She shook her head.

Clang… Clang… tick tick tick… Clang… Clang… tick tick tick…

It wasn’t lost on her that she was putting herself in the same danger as before and in the same way. Deri was not Seras, but that didn’t change the fact that history could inevitably repeat itself. Still, this was necessary and she continued her work. 

Something felt off. Something was happening and she didn’t like it. She needed a safeguard. This was the only answer. This was how she could be neutralized if things got out of control… if she got out of control.

Clang… Clang… Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Steam rose from the liquid as she plunged the long dagger blade into liquid. After a few moments she pulled it out and examined it. Satisfied with the quality, she pulled off a glove and touched blade with her finger. She recoiled quickly, crying out in pain. She put the blade aside and put her glove back on.

One down… One to go…

She began work on the matching blade.

Aryianna Nightshade – Red Wedding?

Aryianna Nightshade – Red Wedding?

She stood at the alter looking into the eyes of her beloved. It had taken weeks to prepare for this moment. The hand made metallic red dress that she helped design, the roses attached to the silk veil on her head, the perfect application of make up… she had never understood the importance of it until she was the one doing it. She was in love… she was happy…

They spoke their vows and they were married. Friends and company mates cheered and celebrated. She sang for them. Everything was perfect.

At the end of the ceremony they exited the chapel side by side. She was at ease… nothing could go wrong… she dropped her guard…

She turned to her beloved and smiled as she looked into her beloved’s eyes… her dilated unfocused eyes. Something was wrong. She looked at her questioningly and started to say something, then winced as something hot pierced her stomach. The pain was unbearable and she cried out. She looked down to see the Primal that was forged by her own hand being pushed into her by her wife. It burned. She could feel her aether draining from her. The blade twisted and she cried out again. She could see the crowd rushing toward her as her sight began to grow dark. Through the pain and fading consciousness began to overtake her, realization of what just happened struck her like a hammer.

“I… forgive… you…” It took everything she had left to get the words out before everything went dark and the void took her.


She screamed as she opened her eyes. The scene played in her head over and over again. She curled into a ball on the bed and howled in grief and despair.

Fang, a drake she had taken care of for the last several years, wandered into the room and laid down on the bed next to her. He snorted and laid his head on her. She wrapped her arms around him taking comfort from the beast and cried herself back to sleep

Aryianna Nightshade – Trip to Gridania?

Aryianna Nightshade – Trip to Gridania?

She was a bit disoriented as she entered Carline Canopy. She had come to Gridania on business, but she felt off and wanted to rest in The Roost first. The Wailing Barracks would wait until morning.

Antoinaut smiled at her as she approached, “Mrs. Nightshade, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Can I get you your usual room?” He had already turned around to retrieve the key.

She nodded and rubber her forehead, “Yes, thank you.”

He placed the key on the counter. “Have a pleasant stay!”

“Thank you.” She took the key and headed to her room.

Once in the room she headed straight to the mirror. She stared at the necklace that adorned her neck, absently caressing it.

Remove it…

You are an abomination…

Two distinct voices rung in her head. The was first fluid and almost musical in nature, the second cold and callous. Her gaze slowly rose from the necklace to the face in the mirror. The face staring at her was contorted with smug contempt and a sneer.  The red eyes stared coldly back as her.

Remove it…

You do not deserve to live…

There was an audible crackle and then a snap. The necklace fell as a lead weight to the dresser. Her skin began to burn as aether began to grow inside her.

“NOO!!” Her fist slammed into the mirror, shattering it and leaving an indentation in the wall behind it.


Her eyes fluttered open and her hand rushed to her neck. She sighed, relieved that it was still there and intact. She sat up in the bed and looked around the room. She was home and everything appeared to be normal. It had been a long time since she had a nightmare and even longer still since her nightmares were about… that. She got out of bed and went downstairs.

I hope this doesn’t become a normal thing…